So my birthday has come and gone rather uneventfully. Over the years I've learnt to lower my expectation when it comes to birthdays.

I used to expect so much given the fact that I'm a romantic at heart and has always put in so much effort in conjuring the perfect birthday gifts, surprises and parties for others. It must have been such a waste for the womankind to not have me as a man. I've learnt that not everyone can be like me, and to expect the same or similar out of someone else was too much to ask for.

It took me a long time to learn to not expect so much out of others, and being a girl, it's really is hard to not want to be sweep off your feet even for that once in a blue moon. I blame it on being a Pisces.

This year I got a couple of endearing gifts.

Mr Tiny came into my life.

And a gorgeous pair of Chanel earrings and a lovely ice cream cake, which, believe it or not, was a first for me (the cake and Chanel).

Thank you my love ones for being there for me, always.
And for being there for me as I get older.

I finally did it. After 20 long years of having waist-length, chest-length, even butt-length hair, I went ahead and cut my hair short.

Isn't that how most long hair girl said it whenever they have a life-changing haircut of their lives?

However, two decades is a long time to adopt a change.

Why I did it? It was getting heavy.

Yea, and I suddenly realized that after twenty long years. -.-

Secondly, do you have having long and heavy untrimmed unlayered hair causes hair fall? Yea they do grow back, but then those baby hair can be so annoying when you're doing an up-do.

And the amount of time it takes to wash them! I swear I have spent at least double the time of an average short hair girl in the toilet just to shampoo and condition and comb out my long hair. It's even more exhausting after every swim, what with chlorine-rich water making my hair extremely tough to detangle and comb out.

It was one of the reason I put off swimming and going to the gym (sweating means washing hair more frequently) most of the time. It's not an excuse, it's how much I dislike washing my heavy hair.

NOT ONLY it takes forever to wash them, it takes forever for them to DRY. Like normally I put off washing my hair in the evening because I don't like to go to bed with a half-dry hair, I would just wake up with my hair all messed up and FIXED in that messed-up do.

And then it will take forever for me to blow dry them out.

It takes forever to curl them, style them, etc. The list goes on.

Erm, I should do a separate post on why long hair is no good. NO GOOD.

During the last of my long hair (before I went to cut it), I no longer bother to curl or style them, I usually just tie them up in a low pony tail, or leave them in their natural straight form.

Dress: Juicy Couture

Shoes: Charles and Keith

Earrings: Chanel

Watch: Fossil

Sunglasses: Judith Leiber

So I did it.

I cut it short. All of the length.

Duffy from Tokyo Disneysea, that night after I cut my hair right before bedtime.

In fact, I cut it twice.

I played with this length for about a week, and being not too happy with the length, it was still somewhat long, I went ahead and cut it even shorter. I will share more photos of that here in another post.

Excitedly, I started styling it almost immediately. Velcro rollers and all.

Following this hairstyle, I played with a lot more hairstyles before I proceed to go for a shorter length.

Will be sharing more photos soon.

This was a very matured Japanese look which I adored in most matured ladies in Japan. I wanted to try it out and it turned out brilliantly. I could see myself in this hairstyle even well into my 40s.

It actually wasn't that bad even for my age, because after half a day, the curl loosen up and it looks younger and more natural, most importantly, it has VOLUME (long hair girls will understand this), and still looks feminine!

This is an easy top to pair with, while in Japan, I wore it underneath a loose sweater to let the collar peak out.

Sweater: Harajuku, Tokyo

Shorts: Taiwan

I wore a lot black stockings during the month of February due to the marks left behind by the injury. My torn right foot was almost black in color due to the burst of blood vessels from the torn ligament, and it still appeared swollen even though it didn't hurt when I walk anymore. So wearing black stockings could both hide the swell and the apparent color difference between both feet.

For a day out of visiting friends and movie on the last day of Chinese New Year (chap go mei):

Put on your Sunday best, it's never too late to do CNY house visiting.